The leather seat groaned under Beau Lucifer

shifting weight as he tapped nicotine-stained

fingers against the armrest of his throne.

A salvaged airline captain's chair bolted to a dais

of crushed Cadillacs. Carrying the scent of

the taxidermied dead in mason jars, Beau

a master piece of sculpted grace reflecting

the glorious light of his creator. Now a face

of corruption in duality. a Highwayman

of sins sitting on his ass on a foundation

of rust. A master of everything, but corroding

in lies. This architect built with discarded

fingers and eyes of denizens. The hollowed-out

soldiers in shadows and borrowed teeth, in his

realm of monsters and rituals of deceit.